Zhang Yan adjusted his robes, stood up, and bowed, saying, "Indeed. May I ask how I should address you, Senior?"
The old Daoist chuckled lightly and said, "I am Gui Congyao."
Gui Congyao? One of the Three Pools Demon Kings? The master of Zhao You Heavenly Pond? A great demon who has cultivated for thousands of years?
Unexpectedly, the other party didn't emit even a trace of demon energy, instead resembling a Daoist who had attained enlightenment.
Zhang Yan's heart trembled, yet his expression remained calm. He cupped his fists respectfully and said, "So it is Pavilion Master Gui. I am Zhang Yan of the Mingcang Sect. I greet you, Senior."
Gui Congyao fixed his gaze on Zhang Yan and said, "Let me ask you, was it you who took that piece of Water Cloud Sand outside my mountain gate?"
Zhang Yan did not hesitate and answered truthfully, "Indeed, it was I who took it."
